KL

[Verse 1 : BAP.]
Oh golly
Just another night to consider taking up molly
Prolly not the type to do it when hanging with brethrens
Not at all actually if it numbs the pain hell take it to eleven fucking knots in the building
Ready when the bell ringsi
Conversate with god while he k holed in the living
Room playing doom
With the fume hittin ur nostrils
Kareem's blacking out somebody call a doctor

Now im dead on the road with some bruises
K2'd off my fucking mind what a loser
Sinking in a pool full of drool mix with boozes
Johnny always has been the bearer of bad news
Temporary moksha like a buddhist
But that noisy bitch u picked up shes a nuisances
Another loose end
Another attitude to boot camp

[Verse 2 : Shotgundre]
Where the hell youve been
I dont like my company i dont wanna be seen
But since i dont like you either and i dont have an option
Im stuck in the middle of a fucking conversation

Yes you do have an option
Just go downstairs light up your cigarette and i will meet you there
And dont pretend that there's somebody who cares
Stop staying for people that dont want you to be here

Your unhealthy motherfucker
Im not here to help motherfucker
Shut the fuck up motherfuck
As you wish motherfucker

Bet this kids still a fuck
Like his need to get drunk
Act like punks but so am i
Hell to punk but yeah im drunk
Ask someone to punch my motherfucking face up with some hot coffee and some donuts to dunk and some coco crunch

[Verse 3 : BAP.]
These are truly strange days that im living
Ive been gaining weight but i feel im barely eating
This a nauseous feeling
And my head be rowdy as fuck
Having talks with the toilet conversate with my guts

And who told you you could laugh at my woes
Nosy tikos always act like we bros, fuck you
No acro in my name thats the same as my shoes
Still a bummy lookin dude if you wanna speak truth

That’s the truth
I know its different from the shit you heard of me
But i got my lady to worry, she gonn through therapy
Time’s i see myself in the mirror i know im scared of me
A tiger in the night skin patterned with fearful symmetry

I see no star to guide
I might need more time to hide
From these demons
I knew ive always need them
But when shit hits the fan
Know these bottles and these problems go well hand in hand

Would u still fuck with me
If my history repeats itself so willingly
My intuition vaseline too slippery to hold
Compass spin i stay blinded to these roads